Devious Intentions (The Bobrov Bratva #3) Read Online Shandi Boyes

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Bobrov Bratva Series by Shandi Boyes
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
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As he enters me with painstaking slowness, one of his hands fondles my breast while the other braces and caresses my shaky knee. My clit doesn’t need any stimulation from his fingers. His amazing V muscle has that covered.

As he rocks into me, he rolls his hips, ensuring every one of my hot buttons remains active.

Our pace starts slow as he waits for me to acclimate to his girth, but within minutes, our tempo picks up right along with Yev’s filthy mouth.

“I could watch your cunt swallow my cock for eternity. Do you have any fucking clue how beautiful you look spread eagle for me, wet and waiting?” He flexes his cock, causing my inner muscles to clench around him. “I should tie you to my bed. Never let you leave. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby girl? You want to be filled by me every chance you get?”

My failure to respond sees him thrusting into me harder. His hips jackknife in rhythm to the bounce of my breasts, and the temperature turns roasting.

“Say it.” He grunts between pumps. “Tell me you want this every fucking day of the week. Sometimes twice. That you’ll never give this up.” My heart squeezes as tightly as the walls of my vagina clench around him. “Prove this is why I’m here and he’s not.” His eye contact has been prominent the entire night, but it is tethering when he murmurs, “Because it may be the only way I can forgive myself when I admit I don’t want to take his place anymore.” A dark curl drops down his forehead when he weakly shakes his head. “I can’t give you up, Polly. Not again. Not even for my brother.”

“You won’t have to,” I say, my words as husky as the moans he forever coerces out of me. “I’m not going anywhere. And neither are you. If you go, I go. That’s our promise.”

I’m more stating a fact than asking a question, but an immense amount of relief fills me when Yev nods in agreement. His struggles will forever haunt him, but I’m so incredibly proud that he realizes he still has so much life left to live.

After a second nod and a quick adjustment of my hips, he fucks me until I sing his praises with a multitude of high notes and blissful satisfaction soothes the tortured expression his face is rarely without.

Then we collapse with nothing but an unvoiced promise to make every day count.

We’re not awarded a set amount of time, so we can’t waste a single moment.

We both know that better than anyone.

23

POLINA

“Good morning,” I groggily greet, exiting Yev’s bedroom.

“Good morning.” Yev spins to face me. He’s in the kitchen, cooking breakfast as he has the past three days. His first three days of narcotic withdrawals saw him lying flat out in bed, shaking, sleeping, and vomiting. He’s spent just as much time there the prior three, but his shakes had nothing to do with withdrawals and everything to do with his excess energy being drained by sexual activities.

My god, the sex is amazing, and part of that is compliments to the confidence Yev bolsters my personality with every time we fuck. He’s such an attentive lover but in the domineering, bossy way I crave. I can’t get enough, but regretfully, I can’t continue neglecting my responsibilities.

Not only is that not fair on Natalya, who’s been working twelve-plus-hour days running the boutique, but it also isn’t fair for my baby sister and stepmother.

Hannah hasn’t heard from my father in over a week, and it has me so worried I have no choice but to return to the real world.

“Wow, Polly.” Yev’s growl has me regretting every decision I’ve made that doesn’t involve him naked. “You look good enough to eat.” He licks his lips while struggling to work out what to say next. When he can’t find anything, he blurts out, “Are you going somewhere?”

I sheepishly nod before entering the kitchen to steal a strip of bacon from the three plates lined on the counter. Although Annika has pleaded numerous times for Yev not to fuss over her as he does me, he hasn’t once listened.

Yev can deny it all he likes, but Feo wasn’t the only nurturer in his family.

“I really need to head in to work this morning. We had a new shipment come in overnight. I can’t leave that up to Nat.”

He knows there’s more to my return to the real world. The furrowing of his brow announces this, much less his muttered comment, “That’s it? Just work?”

Incapable of lying with words, I nod.

Yev dumps the spatula into the frying pan, ruining the pancakes he’s making, before skirting past me. “All right. Give me a minute to get changed.”

I splay my hand across his chest, stopping him. “You should stay with Annika. This is still all very foreign to her.”



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